What the Heart Knows

She moved closer, and traced the clover with her tongue, and he couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped from his lips. Her tongue flicked against his nipple and he purred in the back of his throat. It was like she had a map to all the erogenous areas on his body. She sucked the hardened point into her mouth and tweaked its twin, making his cock twitch. He forced himself to push her away gently. The pout that puckered her lips made him swear. When did she get so damn seductive? They both jumped when the sound of shattering glass echoed in the empty house.

He turned his head and glanced at the picture frame that had fallen off the kitchen bar across the room.

“I was moving things around earlier,” he said. He felt sheepish when she arched an eyebrow.

“I didn’t want you to walk in and be accosted by pictures of Hannah and me. Before now I didn’t really have a reason to take them down, but the last thing I wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Like I said before, sweetest man in the world.”

“I don’t know that I like you calling me sweet.” He growled at her bell-like laughter. “Now it’s your turn.” She nodded and grabbed the hem of her shirt.

He licked his lips at the skin she exposed. Unable to keep his hands to himself, Oliver cupped her firm breasts in his hand and nuzzled her cleavage. Her moans were lost in the shirt she had yet to remove. He laved the faded incision scar that made her so self-conscious. He made sure to trace every one of the ten inches, learning its texture and width. With each caress he willed away the pain and hurt she’d experienced because of it.

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Juniper was amazed at the reverence Oliver paid her scar. It was as if he was determined to heal her from the outside in. When the shirt cleared her head she reached down to bury her fingers in his silken hair and arched her back to allow him more access. He reached around to unhook her bra like a pro and she trembled as he laid her down across the couch.

“I want to taste you, Juni.” His words were gruff, and she felt her face heat as she propped up on her elbows to glance down at him.

“No one’s ever done that before,” she said.

“They didn’t know what they were missing.”

“Actually, I think they were terrified of giving me a heart attack.”

His eyed filled with understanding as he unbuttoned her pants.

“Makes it easier for me to spoil you for any other man. Now be a good girl and lift your hips.”

Her heart thudded in her ears as she watched him peel off her pants and move between her legs. He reminded her of a panther. His body was lithe and toned and his movements were full of purpose. She felt stalked. He glanced up and pierced her with those jade green eyes and she was incapable of looking away as he lowered his face to her sky blue boy shorts. He purred as he inhaled deeply.

“You smell good, Juniper.” He traced down the seam of her lips and pulled her damp underwear between the lips of her pussy. “You’re so wet; you soaked through your panties.” She cried out at the friction he created as he rubbed them against her sensitive clit.

“That’s it, baby, drip for me.” Her hips moved with the rhythm he created as her tiny nub became engorged with blood. She gave a whimper of protest when he pulled away only to cry out when he eased a finger inside her.

“You’re so tight.” He removed his finger and lifted it to his lips. “Mhmm, and sweet.” He eased the slender digit back inside her and pulled out again. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”

“No,” she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper in the silent room. “Then you have to try it.” He offered her the glistening finger and she twirled her tongue around it. It wasn’t bad, salty and rich with a hint of musk.

“Fuck, who knew you were such a dirty girl?”

“I did say I wanted to experience everything I never got to before.”

“You will.”

His words were a vow as he undid the bows on either side of her hips, and removed her sky blue boy shorts, which had become a torture device. He spread her wide and licked a path that made her cry out as she bucked.

“That’s it. I want to hear how much you’re enjoying it.” He pulled back to place a kiss on her neatly trimmed bush.

“I can tell you’ll need to be restrained.”

His arm was a dead weight as he came up to hold her hips in place. His stiff tongue plunged deep as his nose stimulated her clitoris. Juniper’s world narrowed to the swirls, thrusts, and flicks he skillfully applied. Her hands came up to grip the arm of the couch and she clamped her thighs around him as tremors came over her body. A searing heat burned its way through her body as she found her release.

“Oliver!”

His name flew from her lips as she ground her pussy into his face and rode out the most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced. He continued to lick her slit as her breathing evened and her eyes refocused.

“I want to be inside you, Juniper. I want to feel those wet walls around me.” He peered up at her from beneath long blond lashes. “Do you want that?”